TSFLIP Chapter 1050

Not only did Fengguang fall when she was hit, but the girl who ran into her also tumbled to the ground.

“Wuyuan, are you alright?” Another delicate-looking woman hurried over. She quickly helped her daughter up, then, seeing that it was Fengguang who had been knocked down, rushed to assist her as well. “Your Highness, are you hurt?”

“Cough… cough…” Fengguang got to her feet, coughing several times as a dull pain spread through her chest. With a sour expression, she said, “Xia Wuyuan, don’t you watch where you’re going?”

The girl who had bumped into her was Xia Wuyuan, famously known throughout the capital as the “foolish young lady.” She had no spiritual power and was considered mentally deficient, making her the laughingstock of the city. Fengguang knew, however, that the current Xia Wuyuan was actually Leng Qingjue. In the past, Fengguang had no dealings or grudges with Xia Wuyuan, but everyone in the prince’s residence knew that the young lady’s health was fragile— even a slight fright could trigger sharp pain in her heart.

Fengguang hadn’t intended to lose her temper, but she hated pain the most. Now that the dull ache was creeping in, her temper flared.

“Your Highness, it was Wuyuan’s carelessness. I apologize on her behalf. Please don’t take offense.” The beautiful woman speaking was Huang Ying, Consort Huang. She had once been a talented and refined lady, but had ended up as a concubine. Even the name she gave her daughter—Wuyuan, meaning “without grievance”—showed that she held no resentment despite her position.

Leng Qingjue had not yet revealed that she was no longer a fool. She had intended to apologize after bumping into someone, but seeing Fengguang’s arrogant demeanor, she sneered inwardly. Just a pampered little girl, full of weaknesses—she could think of a hundred ways to kill her even without a weapon.

Well, what do you expect from a trained agent?

Leng Qingjue glanced at the fox that had slipped away into hiding. It was a third-level spirit fox, and the fact that it had escaped irritated her. With that irritation, she decided she might as well teach this little girl a lesson.

Feigning fear, she said, “Sister… I didn’t mean to bump into you. Please don’t be angry with me, okay?”

The moment Fengguang heard that tone, goosebumps ran down her spine. Before she could step back, Leng Qingjue grabbed her hand.

“Sister… please don’t be mad… I really didn’t mean it…” While playing the fool, Leng Qingjue found the pulse point on Fengguang’s wrist and pressed it lightly.

The pressure wasn’t meant to kill—just to cause a bit of pain. But having only recently arrived in this body, Leng Qingjue didn’t realize just how fragile Fengguang was. So when Fengguang’s face suddenly twisted in agony, she assumed it was an act.

Fengguang yanked her hand back and clutched her chest, gasping for breath. The pain spreading from her heart drained all color from her face.

“Your Highness, is your illness acting up again?” Unlike Leng Qingjue, Huang Ying knew of Fengguang’s condition. She quickly grabbed Fengguang’s hand. “Come, I’ll take you to the princess!”

“Don’t… don’t touch me…” Fengguang pulled her hand free again and staggered back a step. She shook the bell in her hand with force, and soon, a figure rushed over.

Xia Chao landed beside her. Seeing his daughter’s pale face, before he could say anything, he heard her weak voice:

“Father… I’m going to die…”

“Fengguang…” Xia Chao hurriedly supported her trembling body. With practiced ease, he took her hand and began channeling spiritual energy into her, then turned toward the two women with a frost-covered expression and said coldly:

“What happened?”